Youkai Academy

Chapter 3

Kagome sighed for the umpteenth time that afternoon, her arms full with a paper bag housing part of the club's shopping list. At least they had sent them on this errand with money because Kagome absolutely refused to spend her own money on these fools who had trust funds worth more than her family shrine. The only good thing about the short trip was talking with Haruhi.

Haruhi was a really kind and earnest person; she was honest and very open-minded. They talked about a range of topics that evolved into a deep and enlightening conversation. She was really enjoying her time with Haruhi.

To be honest, Kagome had been severely lacking in the friend department as of late. Sure she had her "friends" from middle school but found them too close-minded and pretentious, that, and they seemed more interested in setting her up with Hojo than her actual feelings. So she had been feeling rather lonely. They'd only been with the club for a couple of days, but Kagome could already tell that she was becoming very close with the dense, if not bordering on naïve, Haruhi.

Walking into the large music room that housed the house club, Kagome was immediately bombarded by the youki auras of the club members, and the mysterious scent of roses with a piano playing in the background. She had to take a deep breath before following behind the already irritated Haruhi.

They made their way to the president of this ridiculous host club: Tamaki Suoh. Kagome still couldn't believe that such a naïve and pompous brat could be related to the calculating and composed Chairmen; then again, she had only had the one conversation with the man.

The blonde was aglow with male ego as he ensnared and seduced the young women that surrounded him. He looked content as he basked in their presence and praise.

The cheesiness of his cliché pick up lines had Kagome mentally gagging. 'Why on earth are these girls fawning over him?' She grimaced before coming to a conclusion. 'They're nothing but airheads,'

A girl blushed prettily, shyly batting her eyes at Tamaki. "Um, Tamaki, what's your favorite song?"

Without skipping a beat, he had an arm around her shoulder, pulling her close with his other hand tilting her head up by her chin. He gazed at her gently, their eyes meeting. "What song? The one that reminds me of you, of course." He pulled away, and she squealed.

Then another girl worked up the courage to speak, a bright smile and nervous twang in her voice while blushing brightly. "I baked you a cake today. Would you like to taste it?"

Tamaki than repeated his actions as he had with the first girl, his arm strung across her waist to pull her close, but instead of holding her chin, he held a fork so she could feed him The strawberry sponge cake. It looked very well made. "Only if you'll feed it to me, my darling."

The girl squealed as he seductively ate the small bite, and the other girls all cried in unison. "Oh, wow. You're so dreamy."

Kagome hadn't really given the other girl in Tamaki's company any attention; to her, the girl seemed like all the others who'd been ensnared by Tamaki's princely persona. But then her youki expanded, reaching and pulling at Tamaki, demanding his attention. She had dark eyes and auburn hair that complimented her pale olive skin tone, and as much as she smiled prettily, Kagome saw the jealousy and pettiness that rolled across her features and ebbed into her aura.

"May I have a word with you, Tamaki?" She asked in a hushed voice.

He immediately was looking at her, eager to please. His aura betrayed his calm façade of princely charm, for it pulsed nervously, and his youki latching onto the offered affection of the auburn hair's youki. "Yes, Seika-hime?"